Brutal: adjective - like an animal, relating to or typical of beasts or lower animals.

I don't see how this word has come to have the widespread use, and positive connotation it does. Besides that, this game of trying to be "teh most Br00tal" is old. Kreator ended that game in 1986 with the song Pleasure to Kill. I still have yet to hear any of these retarded bands make a song more intensely "brutal" than that. Trying to go lower and lower with the vocals doesn't make it more heavy or evil, it just makes you sound like a dumbass. Furthermore, every time a band comes along claiming to be the most brutal, it just means they have a new shitty way to do some kind of idiotic vocals; the riffs, guitar playing, structure, themes, tones, none of that is ever any different.

Anyway, about the music.

When I first heard this album, I seriously just laughed.

The guitar is flat and nearly impossible to make out in the music. Discerning between notes is a real feat, and the only real change in the static is the exact same rhythm used on every track. The drums remain at a constant blast that is, quite literally, the exact same speed in every song, and literally is almost the only beat used through the entire length of the album. With no fills, stops or variation of any sort. No joke.

The vocals are continual Jabba the Hut gurgles, that again, almost never cease. It seriously sounds like a 3 second sound bit looped endlessly, of some giant monster you'd see on some sci-fi movie. Now that's what I call brutal!

... or fucking retarded. Whichever you prefer.

There is only two things that break from the non-stop stick-your-dick-in-a-blender stupidity of the rest of the album. The "intro" which falls on the fifth track, again showing the brilliance of the minds behind this work. It consists of some random, echo-laden noises. And the last track, which consists of very broken, incoherent "classical" guitar playing. Obviously they're going for a flamenco or classical sound with the finger picking and subtle phrasing , but you can hear his hands move across wound strings. Which shows that he is not playing a classical or Spanish guitar with nylon strings, but playing one of those $75 acoustic guitars from Wal-Mart. At least, I think that's a safe bet.

Like I said, this whole idea of trying to continually be more extreme or "br00tal" is old, and I think this album clearly marked the end of it, and should show to everyone that it's time to give it a fucking rest.

I have to admit, the horrible things that were said about this album were exactly what led me to get a hold of it. It's just one of those things where you say "Man, I gotta hear that." And lo, it was just as stupid and shitty as they said. So if you're like me, get it if you really need a laugh, and remember kids, if you want to be brutal - just start picking the lice out of your friends' hair.